Chapter 774 What, you don't dare?
Master Xu was taken aback and took two steps back as if he had been covered in thorns.
He never expected anyone to say such things to him, or that anyone could see through the truth at a glance. He was utterly shocked and looked at Master Han, who had spoken these words, with fear.
"You're talking nonsense..." His voice was barely audible, and he carefully took two steps back. "You're slandering me. How could I possibly be that kind of person..."
"That kind of thing?" Master Han chuckled. "That kind of heretical, treacherous, and ungrateful beast? Or that kind of utterly depraved bastard, worse than pigs and dogs?"
"You..." Master Xu retreated until he reached the threshold, when he was caught off guard and fell backward. Because the threshold was a bit high, he ended up upside down, tumbling out in a sorry state.
Song Chunxue stared blankly at Master Xu, who had gotten up and run away, and remained in a daze for a long time.
She simply couldn't understand how anyone could do that.
Murdering the master?
How is that any different from killing one's parents?
"clatter!"
Master Han pointed a finger. "What, were you frightened by that person's conscience?"
Song Chunxue nodded slowly, her eyes unable to focus for a long time.
"The world is truly full of wonders. Let me tell you something shocking."
“There was a family where the elderly couple had four or five children, both sons and daughters. All their children were married and looked like a happy family with many children and grandchildren.”
Song Chunxue sneered, "But you know, the old couple has grown old together. They are both lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) and need their children to take care of them."
"And then?" Master Han urged softly.
"Then they didn't want to take care of them anymore, and they each started their own families with children to support. The old couple never dreamed that their children would become such executioners, as easily as if they had a sudden urge to kill a chicken, and together they beat their parents to death."
"Tragedy is that his son later told people that his mother didn't die so easily, and that several of them held her down and hit her several times with a shovel before she breathed her last."
Master Han asked curiously, "Didn't anyone report it to the authorities?"
"We reported it to the authorities, but they released him quickly. The old man was already dead. Since his own people weren't pursuing the matter, why would the authorities, having taken bribes, investigate? It's better to avoid trouble. His children and grandchildren are all doing well now."
At this point, Song Chunxue gave another cold laugh, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Master Han poured a pill out of the porcelain bottle. "You, it wasn't your parents who were beaten to death, why are you so heartbroken?"
"Take this pill, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable every time you think about this matter these past two years. Heart chill entering the body is no joke. Your Dao heart is really fragile."
Song Chunxue reached out and took the pill, stared at it for a moment, and then chewed it.
Oh, Mother, it's so hard.
Bitterness is good for the heart, but this is too bitter.
She touched her chest. "It's hard not to feel heartbroken. I have children myself, I know that feeling. Even in the underworld, I would still be crying out in anguish."
Master Han asked calmly, "Perhaps you only know their ending, but not how the elderly couple raised them. After all, you said that they killed their parents together, which shows that their upbringing was problematic."
"Furthermore, if a whole litter of them are all the same, it only means that this kind of thing can be inherited. Perhaps the old couple did something bad when they were young, or perhaps in their past life, that led to their unfortunate end."
"The hardest thing for you to accept is probably that they were unlucky, that something went wrong with the feng shui or something else, and that they raised such a bad child. You can only accept it."
"But the reason why children and parents can come together is because of a past life connection. They come to repay debts in this life. When they die, the debts are paid off. For the deceased, there is no burden except sadness. Perhaps they will receive compensation in the next life."
As she said this, the chill in Song Chunxue's heart seemed to gradually dissipate.
She nodded in agreement. "You're right."
“Everything has its cause and effect; there’s no need to just focus on what’s in front of you. Perhaps a small thing like choking on water or falling down can be traced back several lifetimes to find its reason.” Master Han spoke gently, as if these were all the most ordinary things.
Compared to him, Song Chunxue, who had lived for over eighty years, was not even as old as someone else was as a child; she was indeed somewhat immature.
"It is said that the way of Heaven is ruthless, but the way of Heaven is based on cause and effect and reincarnation. It is still unknown who determined the way of Heaven, but all things in the universe are imperfect. In the future, the cycle of reincarnation will become faster and faster, and the retribution in this life will eventually be realized. Perhaps then it will be easier to understand."
Master Han comforted her, saying, "Take it easy. When in doubt, consult the books of sages and worthies."
"However, the classics are not suitable for last-minute cramming. When distant water cannot quench immediate thirst, then do whatever you want and don't leave yourself with any unresolved issues."
"As the saying goes, 'If a man doesn't look out for himself, he'll be doomed.' If you don't care about yourself, what's the difference between you and an ant?" He smiled slightly. "Even ants understand this principle, but you want to destroy yourself with other people's things. How foolish."
Song Chunxue stood up and cupped her hands in greeting, "I have learned a lot, thank you for your guidance, Daoist Master."
Song Chunxue exhaled a breath of stale air, wondering why she had become so emotional for such a moment, letting a Taoist priest like Xu cause her to lose her composure. This was not the behavior of a cultivator.
Since her senior brother hadn't returned yet, she simply sat cross-legged on the bench and began to meditate.
Master Han got up and walked outside, sitting down directly on the threshold. The sunlight shone on him, making him feel very comfortable.
He glanced up and saw Master Xu hiding under a large tree in the distance, whispering something to someone next to him.
He raised his hand and flicked it lightly, and saw Master Xu suddenly fall to the ground, clutching his own neck and convulsing, his whole body out of his control.
"Hmph, scum!"
Song Chunxue meditated for a long time until she heard a call in her ear.
"Junior brother, get up and go for a walk outside."
Song Chunxue opened her eyes. "Where to?"
“I heard you’re feeling down, so I’ll take you to beat the dogs,” Lord Zhao said, holding a folding fan and stroking his jade thumb ring as he stepped out the door. “Too many beasts have come here. If you beat them, you’ll be doing a service to the people.”
Upon hearing this, Song Chunxue immediately jumped out of the door and followed, her spirits soaring.
"Alright, that's what our senior brother said."
She immediately felt like a rich young master who was allowed to act arrogantly and domineeringly in the street, and she couldn't help but follow him with light steps.
She used to wonder what Huo Xiang had said to Wen Qianqiu, but now she doesn't care anymore.
Perhaps, the reason why demonic cultivators are demonic cultivators is precisely because they act impulsively and are unrestrained.
They can be friends, but they are not on the same page and cannot work together.
As for what happens next, let nature take its course.
Song Chunxue arrived at the top of a low hill, where there was a temple and a large altar next to it, with runes and Bagua symbols on the bricks and stones.
The senior disciple and Master Han changed their appearances and bodies, and she also put a face mask on her face, successfully blending into the crowd.
Two isolated cultivators were surrounded and attacked. Lord Zhao whispered, "Go up and beat those scoundrels to a pulp. I'll give you a treasure later."
"Me?" Song Chunxue looked at the five or six tall, burly men and felt a little intimidated.
"What, you're afraid?"
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